teddybear leather shoes

I walk to class in sticky rain.

College sidewalks littered with color,

strawberry-red, limo-black, umbrellas engulfing heads.

Blue catches my eye, slick and curved fabric.

Umbrella man, you hide under

damp umbrella skies.

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Your teddybear leather shoes

peek out from under rainy-day protection.

Where are you headed to?

I am slipping through muddy puddles

of infatuation when a sleek purple umbrella

sails by, owner unknown and moving fast.

Purple wears no shoes, embraces

the water and wet pant legs. He is joined

by peppy lemons-into-lemonade yellow

who holds his thumb and jumps through

his puddles with more eagerness

than a caffeinated sun puppy.

I suppose blue will do.

Wait for me, teddybear shoes.